hostler that he must have a light single rig, and the man took the horse into the stable, while Jem and Dan remained outside.
"Going on alone, are you?" inquired the latter.
"It's best," replied Jem. "You see, I've got one place in view I want to visit. You know—Staggers."
"Yes, I've heard of him," nodded Dan. "He's a mighty close one, though. Get the full value, Jem."
"I will, never fear."
"What shall I do?"
"Oh, go up to the old hut and snooze until I come back."
"I hope that will be soon."
"I won't be any longer than I can help."
"What are you doing?"
Jem was acting strangely, and the peering Frank was surprised and Interested. Jem was going through a puzzling pantomime. He would touch his head in various places in a whimsical manner, then pause and appear undecided as to what he would do next.
"It's funny," he remarked, after silently going through these apparently meaningless gestures for some moments.
"What's that?" inquired Dan.
"I can't get it."
